Poetry by Donna Dallas: Apocrypha

Poetry by Donna Dallas: Apocrypha

Apocrypha

They
say men line up
for a beautiful
woman
I shed my clothes naked
I lie
on the bed
to be cross-examined as if you don’t believe
we
are the Eve’s the rib the true blood link
to a sandaled man
that limped through the desert across lives
to journey into this
bedroom
and save the
Mother Eve
awake
eyes open
hailing her
imperfections

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